Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse] The sun-faded hood shines gold This old truck is getting old Chipped mug on the dash Full of silver and ash Crickets humming in the weeds Planting all the memories' seeds I’m just sitting on the gate While the evening starts to wait [Pre-Chorus] The latch is stuck and tight Held shut by the evening light I give a little pull Of a drawer that's way too full [Chorus] Ticket stubs from ninety-eight Standing at the fairground gate Faded blue and worn-out grey Just a simple Saturday A note for Grandma in his hand Written for the promised land Smelling like sweet wintergreen The finest man I've ever seen [Verse] Tobacco scent on the page Softened by the coming age He wrote "I'll love you true" Underneath a sky of blue I can see his shaky hand Working on this piece of land Every word is etched in deep Like a promise he could keep [Pre-Chorus] I smooth the paper out Knowing what it's all about It’s a treasure found in dust Hiding underneath the rust [Chorus] Ticket stubs from ninety-eight Standing at the fairground gate Faded blue and worn-out grey Just a simple Saturday A note for Grandma in his hand Written for the promised land Smelling like sweet wintergreen The finest man I've ever seen [Bridge] It ain't just a pile of junk Locked inside this iron trunk It's a map of how he lived Everything he had to give A quiet life of grace Found in this dusty place [Instrumental] [Verse] I put the stubs back inside With a little bit of pride The fiddle starts to weep While the valley goes to sleep I turn the heavy key He's still right here with me In the humming of the gears Through the passing of the years [Chorus] Ticket stubs from ninety-eight Standing at the fairground gate Faded blue and worn-out grey Just a simple Saturday A note for Grandma in his hand Written for the promised land Smelling like sweet wintergreen The finest man I've ever seen [Post-Chorus] Yeah, the finest man With a simple plan Just a glove box map In a grandson's lap [Outro]
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